Dear Diary,
Today was a gory one. Blood is still spattered on my muscular thighs. I am petrified at what I have seen over these last few days. All of the wounds that my master has acquired. I haven't seen something as gruesome as when a soldier was shooting a cannon and it blew up in his face. I wanted to cry but horses can't cry. Some days I wish that I was home in my pen. Alone and isolated from all of the gunshots and terror that I hear on a daily basis. I know that I am fighting for my master but it is just wrong. Not only does he kill people but, he slaughters them. Not stopping until everyone who didn't believe what he did was dead.I just hope that these murders will end soon.
Over and Out
-Traveler
Hope you liked it Than-Fans.
-Ethan

"Muscular thighs"
ReplyDeletecosmic job, than!
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ReplyDeletewhen you wrote muscular thighs I thought you meant general lee
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